12/01/2025
I let a little bit of my heart go last week. My foster dog that I really wanted to fail found the perfect home after two years with me. She came to us with the name Growly Girl, because she didnt hesitate to bite. I took her home and named her GiGi because i knew she needed work. So i worked with her. So many bites and growls. She was feisty and fearful. She would jump up and bite you on the butt. She would pull down my petsitters pants biting her on the pj pants. In spite of all that, I loved her. A part of me admired her spirit and will to survive after such a rough start with the Amish. About a year ago, i realized that I had done my job. The little spitfire was doing okay. She was loving and actually sweet. I could feel good about placing her in a home. She was no longer in need of my dog expertise. She no longer needed me. Around this time, a former adopter who became a facebook friend lost her pup. I reached out a month later and said “i think I have your new dog”. They agreed to meet her. She behaved less than stellar and snapped at her potential new dad. But they decided to take her home “for a trial”. Geeg settled in and I got the call that they wanted to adopt her. Bittersweet but I know there are hundreds more foster dogs and cats that will need me. I never keep the perfect ones. Give me the broken, the medically challenged, the ferals, so I can help heal them until they are ready to go to their forever homes. This is rescue.
